Beating again

Chapter nine

Ethan's POV

I pull up in the hospital parking lot. I don't get out yet, I am still hating on my self. Why did I have to agree and drink with her? Why did I even accept the ride in the first place?

Arghh, I hate my self so much.

There is one thing I hate about drinking. I always say things without giving them any thought, and the most frustrating part of it is that I always remember everything when I sober up.

Everything, including all that I said and did. They all come back to me in 3D.

Despite knowing that I am a softie when it comes to drinking, I still agreed to having wine with her. Damn, I agreed to whatever she asked of me, despite the constant hesitations I tried to pose.

Now, I promised her. I promised that I would treat her to a meal today.

This is completely out of my comfort zone. I stopped doing this kind of interaction three years back.

Memories from the earlier years start to flood my consciousness, but I dismiss them. I am thinking of something more important right now.

Something more important? Wait a minute__

I refuse to listen to the small tormenting voice in my head, it will just give me yet another headache.

I am thinking of how I should dodge the promise I made.

Should I pretend I was drunk, and I don't remember anything from that time?

No, cheap shot.

Should I just don't call her and pretend that did not even happen?

A promise is a promise Ethan.

Yeah, that's right. The worst thing in life is breaking promises.

But I don't want to do it. Should I just call her and tell her I don't want, that It was just a drunk blubber?

No, that would be rude.

What should I do then?

Stop fooling around! Just admit that you enjoyed her company. That you want to meet her again.

Shut up man. You were not around when I needed you. When I needed you to stop me from saying what I said.

And it is not my fault that I forgot my wallet at the office, so she paid for everything, without my say.

I let out a sigh, and get in the building elevator. Reaching my office, I greet Linda at the desk outside.

I open the door and get in. I sit at my desk and start responding to appointments.

Patients go in and out. Patients are always many, and I rarely get time for breaks, since I specialize in alot of fields.

Some patients make funny consultations, and some come with funny issues.

Like the woman who has just gone out got her hand stuck in a kettle.

Hahaha, can you imagine.

Time goes by real quick. I decide to stay busy even past lunch. I don't want to think of that stupid promise I made yesterday.

Sasha's POV

I have been checking my phone, of course hoping to get a message, or a call from Dr. Grayson.

But I have received none from him. Only calls from Travis, and a few from our company advisers.

"Sasha? Are you coming with us, or will you need me to get you lunch?" Suzanna asks when she brings me the work I was waiting for.